Hoshor Plains i sit and listеn, i polish plates until they gleam and glistеn

"come to me, or i to you," the duck said softly.

ariadne had felt such changes. kukutux had sensed them. "your scent is not the same. your body is readying itself. rest. drink much water. there is only a small time to wait."

and then she would be engaged in the same pursuits which had been her interests thus far, though with a terminal end to such desires when the sickness started.

the duck hoped each child of hers carried an easy pregnancy. the sea-girl still weighed upon her mind, each day, and it was why she had made such overtures to ariadne: she would not lose another new mother to the blood of childbirth.